If you haven’t read the first encounter where I met Mrs. Peterson, my mothers life-long best friend, and a second mother to me, at a swingers club where we ended up hooking up, then you have to stop reading now and [check it out to get the proper context for this post.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g68taz/that_time_i_28f_ran_into_and_ended_up_fucking_my/)
The second encounter with Mrs. Peterson happened about a week and a half later. It was late on a Thursday night, and I got a Facebook message from her. She was straight to the point and asked if Alex was still out of town. I replied that he was and would be for several more days. A few minutes later my phone buzzed with her reply, and when I opened the message, I completely lost my ability to think. There on my screen, right in front of my face, was a fairly well-framed selfie of Mrs. Peterson wearing a black leather harness that framed her tits with the lines of the straps causing you to focus your gaze on her crotch. There in the center was a bright silver ring that framed her pussy lips perfectly. Making things even hotter was the shiny black thigh-high, lace-up boots that made her already long legs even sexier.
That image alone was enough to get my insides stirring, and my hunger growing, but the next image that popped up floored me. There she was, my mother’s best friend, and my new-found kinky lover. She was in the same outfit, but this time there was a significantly massive black dildo hanging off of her crotch by the ring that previously framed her lips so well. This woman was a vixen, a huntress, and I was her prey. She knew exactly what she was doing, and my suspicions were confirmed before I could even type a reply with my shaky fingers.
Mrs. Peterson: “Mommy expects you here in her bed before midnight, or else you will be punished.” Mrs. Peterson: “And don’t bother wearing any underwear, we won’t be needing it tonight.”
Sploosh is the only word that describes how I felt at that moment. It was 11:21, and it was at least a 30-minute drive to her home, so I did what any mid-20s woman would do. I tossed on some leggings, a tank top, and made sure my hair was ok. I was leaking through my leggings halfway through the drive over and had been rubbing myself with my free hand the entire drive. Buy the time I got to Mrs. Peterson’s home, I was a sticky mess.
I sent a message letting her know that I was there, and she replied:
Me: I’m here. Mrs. Peterson: Wonderful, come inside and undress in the foyer and wait on me. I will be down shortly to give further instructions.
So here I was, standing in the foyer of a home I had visited many times as a child. This time was different however as I was standing in the middle of the room naked as the day I was born, with my juices running down my inner thighs. It was a little weird because Mrs. Peterson’s daughter and I had a lot of sleepovers in this house. We even had many of our girl scout troop meetings here. I was so familiar with the home that I remember even recognizing that the wallpaper was still the same floral print it had always been. Even the coat rack had not moved in 20-years, and there were still photos on the wall of our families together from various vacations over the years. This whole thing was beginning to feel very surreal to me, and for whatever reason, that was just turning me on even more.
Luckily I didn’t have to ponder my thoughts for very long as I was startled back into reality when I felt a warmth come up and embrace me from behind. It was quite comforting, but that quickly turned into fear as a hand wrapped around my throat and I felt a breath on my ear. “If you chose to stay here tonight, you are my property for the entire night and you will do as I wish. Is this understood?” She pulled away, and I spun around to face her. She was wearing a sheer black robe, and I could see that she was still wearing the black leather harness, and the big black dildo still hung heavily between her legs.
Having been a sub for several years by this point, I was instantly pushed into my subspace, and I replied by whimpering a very shy and venerable sounding “Yes Mommy.” “Good Girl,” she said with a not-so-subtle tone of dominance in her voice. “So do you want to stay the night and submit yourself to me?” “Yes Mommy,” was my reply again. “Good. Gather your things and place them in the upstairs guest bedroom. When you are finished, you will find me in the master bedroom. Do you best not to waste any time.” With that, she turned and walked down the hallway leading to her bedroom.
As I was ascending the stairs, my mind was racing with more thoughts that I could keep up with, and, my mind was once again stripped of all of its thoughts when I saw a strappy harness laying on the bed. Resting above it was a red ball gag with black leather straps and a note that read: “It pleases me that you accepted my offer. I bought these just for you. Please come to my room wearing them both. Do not make me wait too long or there will be consequences.”
It took me a little longer than I had liked to figure out how the strappy harness was supposed to be worn, but I eventually figured it out. I walked over to the full-length mirror that hung behind the door, and I have to admit, I looked pretty fucking hot. The harness featured straps that wrapped around my small arms above the elbow with one strap near my shoulder and one at the elbow. A strap connected the two along the length of my upper arm and held a metal D-ring in the middle. Similarly, soft cuffs wrapped around my ankles, just above my calves, and then about mid-thigh. There were straps connecting each cuff, and in the middle of each strap was another D-ring. These lower straps connected to a band that wrapped around my waist which in turn connected to a chest harness that encircled my breast, and had a strap leading up to a collar strap that wrapped around my neck. There were several D-rings in various places on this upper harness, and 3 on the collar itself.
Now I had worn similar harnesses before and had even been tied up by several shibari masters at fetish clubs we had visited in the past, but this time felt different. I truly felt like a toy that was about to be used by its owner and the fact that the owner had been like a mother to me my whole life just set me on fire even more. I took one last look in the mirror as I placed the ball gag in my mouth and snapped the leather straps together behind my head. The time had come. I placed my phone on do not disturb, left it laying on the bed, turned off the light, and walked back down the stairs.
The hallway to Mrs. Peterson’s room was dark and would have been pitch black if it were not for the red glow emanating from the master bedroom’s doorway. My heartbeat was increasing, and my breathing was becoming more labored. I was starting to get nervous and remember thinking that I should stop for a second and collect my thoughts, but my body was on autopilot at this point, and I could not stop myself from continuing down the hall.
When I reached the end of the hall, I could see into the room, but could not see the bed because of the half-way open door. Taking a deep breath I pushed the door open and there she was. laying on the bed, still in her harness, still with the huge black cock between her legs…
“Well there you are, I was beginning to think that I scared you away. Walk to the foot of the bed, and stand still so that I can admire my sexy little girl in her new outfit,” Mrs. Peterson said. I did as I was told, and walked to the foot of the bed. “Lovely! Now spin around so that I can see the rest. What a lovely woman you have grown into. I remember watching you play in the pool all those years ago and thinking to myself that one day you were going to make some man or woman very happy, and I could not have been more right!”
I was still silent as a ghost and was taking in everything she was saying. My mind was racing, trying to think back to the last time I swam in their pool. Was she watching me back then on purpose? During our initial playtime together she had mentioned that she had wanted to taste me for years, but could it really have been that long ago? I didn’t have time to contemplate the thought any further though as I quickly snapped out of my thoughts when I heard her voice gets louder.
“Are you paying attention at all? I said to get on the bed on your hands and knees…”
“Y..Yes, I mean, Yes Mam,” I tried to say, but all that came out was a series of mumbles thanks to the gag.
As I climbed onto the bed, Mrs. Peterson stood up and walked over to a wardrobe that was neatly placed in the corner. I vaguely remember seeing it as a kid when her daughter and I would raid her closet when playing dress-up. We never got to see what was in the wardrobe though as it was always locked and I just assumed it was a TV stand or something. Here I was about to find out what secrets it held 20-years later, naked, fully exposed, wearing a strappy leather harness, with drool dripping down my chin from the ball-gag that was strapped to my face.
“Click.” “That must have been the lock,” I thought to myself. Mrs. Peterson opened the doors, pulled a little chain, and the inside lit up with more red lights. There were what looked like more harnesses hanging from the right side along with several coiled ropes. I couldn’t see the other side well because she was standing in front of it, but when she turned around she had a black leather flog in her left hand and a metal leash in the other.
She knew from our conversation at the swinger club that I was into bondage, and that impact play was one of my major kinks, so when I saw the flog, I knew that this was going to be a great night. I was still a bit worried about that big black cock that was hanging between her legs but was also excited to take it at the same time.
“Eleven minutes,” she said. “It took you eleven minutes to put your things away and get dressed. I thought I told you not to keep me waiting. Just like your mother, always keeping me waiting, I guess the apple really does not fall far from the tree. It took her years to learn, but she’s always on time now, so there is still hope for you I guess.”
” What did she mean that my mother always kept her waiting too?” I thought to myself. Continuing the theme of the night, I was snapped back into reality when Mrs. Peterson said “Are you not paying attention to me? You always were a little scatter-brained. I guess I am going to have to get your attention another way…” She walked behind me and grabbed me by the hips and forcefully repositioned my ass so that it was hanging over the edge of the bed. As she was doing this, she pushed my head to the bed, causing my back to arch and my ass to poke out even more. This also rolled my pussy a little higher, giving her another, more sensitive, target to focus her attention on.
The first slap from the flog fell square on my ass, but several of the individual leather strands slid over my cheeks and right across my pussy causing me to let out a little yelp followed by a deep, guttural moan. Both of which were, again, muffled by the ballgag. Hearing this, Mrs. Peterson said “My what an eager little slut you have become. Not many of my playmates moan on the first slap. I’m going to have fun with you.” This woman knew what I wanted, no, she knew what I needed. The next three slaps fell right across my pussy, and I felt the little individual leather straps pulling my lips open before sliding across my thighs, and returning to the same position with each successive thunderous blow. The next few minutes consisted of many painful, but pleasurable slaps that alternated from one of my ass cheeks to the other culminating in with a very powerful slap dead on the center of my mound. This sent both a sharp spike in pain as well as an electric shock through my body and caused me to physically jump. Mrs. Peterson sort of chuckled and said, “ that one was for making me wait. Never make me wait again for anything, or I will spank your filthy cunt until it’s raw. Two more equally powerful slaps landed across my pussy, and she said “those are reminders.”
I had been in this house for less than 30-minutes and my pussy was already a bright pink and warmer than it had been in months. My ass cheeks were likely a similar shade of pink if how hot they felt were any indication. Mrs. Peterson was still behind me and I was honestly still bracing myself for another round of impacts, but I felt a warm, wet sensation slide from my clit all the way up across my asshole, and then back down. It was Mrs. Peterson’s tongue. She was twirling it between my lips and then sucking each of my lips into her mouth.
Her tongue would trace its way back up to my asshole, swirl around my rosebud for a second before quickly dipping inside before traveling back down to my pussy. The sharp contrast in sensation from having my pussy violently spanks, to this warm velvety mouth giving me what might be the best head I ever revieved. I was still experiencing the adrenaline rush from the impact play, and she was driving me wild with her tongue. I was quickly approaching the edge and was screaming into her bedsheet with a puddle of drool surrounding my whole head at this point. Sensing what was about to happen, Mrs. Peterson abruptly stopped and walked back over to the wardrobe leaving me in a heaping mess of sexual frustration. I let out a loud disappointed sounding moan, and she just laughed. “We can’t have you cumming just yet now can we?” When she turned around she was smiling and stroking the big black cock that was hanging between her legs with what I assumed was lube. “Take a moment and catch your breath, because Mommy has wanted to fuck you with her big black cock for years now, and she’s going to take her time and enjoy herself.”
To Be Continued!
Hope you enjoyed this part. I have the 3rd part written, but am going to wait a few days to post it to keep things interesting and to maybe have a shorter gap between postings in the future.
As always, feel free to message me, but be respectful or I will just ignore your existence. Just like with all of my postings, I give preference to Women and Couples, especially bisexual couples when replying to messages. Sorry about that guys, its a supply and demand thing, nothing personal.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i6vnhf/that_time_i_28f_ran_into_and_ended_up_fucking_my
Omg I’ve honestly been waiting for this post for the last three months ♥️♥️ this is so well written as well I came twice just reading this. Thank you for that ?
Wow… just, wow. That was incredible, one of my new favourite stories! Can’t wait for part 3 ;)
Yes! One of the BEST posts on this sub has returned!
Wow! This was great! Don’t let us wait too long for the next part!!!!
Great job setting the scene. The details to the harness, the lighting of the room and chest, your own inner monologue, really helped bring it home. Talk about your anticipation for the next part. I like how you kept bringing it back to the dildo “swinging between her legs” like this dark, ominous, entity looming on the fringe. Just when we think we’re going to get it.. you stop! *Shudder* waiting for the next one.
Can’t wait for part 3! You tease, this is so hot, and I’m not a big fan of BDSM ?